#Anyways now here's the thing: is Kyros a virgin

[kyros-tha-soldier]

I mean....

I don't dare denying it, he's speaking facts y'know.

HOWEVER

this, THIS Doesn't sit right

And to double down here are some screenshots (whom i 100000% have saved on my phone for research purposes and nothing else because i am not a gooner)

i hope he just shaves his legs like he's one of those Victoria's secret models

[peacheswritingthings-blog]

Beastly Things

Chapter 1:

The room felt claustrophobic, it smelled of old dust and didn’t have much room to move about it. Especially with the people all crammed together in it. Bill’s ex girlfriend was holding a party and fuck how he didn’t want to be there, but she had invited him and his Ma always told him to be polite and a gentleman. Jesus fuck though, why didn’t they dust the damn room at least. I mean yeah it was a small studio apartment however, if you’re going to subject people to the claustrophobia at least let it be clean claustrophobia. He lived in a one bedroom and even that felt cramped to him. He took another swig of his whiskey and tossed his eyes about the room. A sorority girl trying to get lucky with Meg’s guy friends She is pretty hot though, she could get lucky with me. All she need do is say hi and my prick would be hard for her. He thought then glanced over to a guy sitting on the sofa, he was an awkward looking young man, maybe twenty-four in age. He probably has only ever felt a woman through her shirt. The boy was nervous, Bill could tell by the way he kept fiddling with his phone looping it over and over in his hands and his eyes were jetting back and forth to everyone even though not once since Bill arrived had he seen him talk to anyone. Not even Meg who stood in the kitchen playing with her new boyfriend of the week’s hair. 

She talked animatedly to a blond woman, around Bill’s age, very pretty almost elegant looking. Was she her teacher, or relative? He couldn’t really remember ever meeting any of Meg’s relatives. She was very secretive about her personal life. I mean he really had no reason to lay claim over her anyways, they only fucked every week for a month, maybe a date here and there, and the kicker; they never really spoke much. It was a very physical relationship, not much to say and no emotion ever hinted; even in silence. He kind of wondered why exactly they had even gotten together in the first place. You know the answer to that one you dumb ass, she was hot and you were horny. There isn’t much to her now, and there wasn’t much to her then. He sighed and took another swig. His gaze landed on the new boyfriend. He was about twenty-one, oh poor bastard doesn’t even know she gets bored easily. That was another thing about Meg, she liked change, she liked thrill and excitement. This one looked like a punk rocker type, young kid really. Bill was thirty-two and Meg was twenty-nine. She did like the young ones sometimes. The older gentlemen would last a month to two months, but the younger ones, maybe a week; two weeks max if they were lucky. He couldn’t deny the fact that she was beautiful, and a really good fuck. Bill worked the night shift at a local warehouse, he was rugged and very to the point. The two had met in a bar on the corner of Duff and Main called Ray’s lounge. It was typical she was drunk he was drunk and they banged. Very typical indeed. 

“Wonder if our hostess is going to tell us why she threw this party. If you haven’t noticed we are all her exes. Excluding the punk rocker.” Bill was jolted from his thoughts and looked to his left. The young woman, the sorority girl had moved next to him.

“Really now? You’re her ex too?” She tossed her hair over her shoulder and laughed dryly. 

“Yeah, I am. We met at a lesbo bar in Kyro. What about you? Mister.. uh?”

“Bill, just Bill. Bar off the corner of Duff and Main. Just after I left work.”

“I see.” She said, a flicker of bemusement crossed her face. “Well, I’m surprised you haven’t noticed it yet. Every person in here has at least slept with her. Even shy boy over there. She took his virginity.” He glanced over to the awkward guy again. Really Meg? 

“Okay, so what about the couple sitting on the bed?” He asked her. 

“Ah, yes. Those two. Well they didn’t just fuck her, they fucked me too. They are swingers. Been married ten years and wanted some spice. What better than a bisexual couple?” 

“You’re very honest I see.” He said. This girl, he had never met anyone as straight forward. She intrigued him if he was being honest. At first glance she just seemed like what he thought of her, a brunette sorority girl, trying to get lucky at her friend’s party. “Honest is the only way to be. Say what you mean, and mean what you say. That’s one thing Meggers doesn’t seem to know how to do.” She was right about this he thought. Meg was secretive, mysterious, and you never knew if what she did say was true, but she knew how to work someone. Knew how to pleasure and be pleasured. She knew she was desired, her body was perfect with curves just in the right places, her lips a pout heart shape, with eyes the color of a lagoon. Her hair is what did it for Bill, it was fire red, with gold flecks through it, kept in a pixie cut as of late. Honesty was indeed the one thing she did not know the first thing about. 

“I’m Amy, Amy Wales.” She looked up at me. This girl was a beauty. 

“Bill, Bill Everette.” He replied trying to not look too obvious at the astonishment he could feel in his face. 

“You already told me your name.” She said with a smirk “Well, can I partake in the spirits.” 

“Excuse me?” He said, his brain felt foggy, dazed and astonished. 

“The whiskey.” She replied, pointing to the bottle next to his glass. 

“Oh! God, yes here.” He felt stupid, handing her the bottle and a glass. He had lost himself for a moment. “Wait are you old enough.” 

“ I told you we met in a lesbo bar. How do you think I got in there?”

“Fake ID’s are possible to attain.” He said promptly. She laughed, it sounded like little bells. 

“I’m of age, well of age.” He cocked his head to the side and looked her up and down. She looked to be about twenty at the most, her face was a heart shape and she had freckles speckled here and there all over her face. The curly hair didn’t help much either with measuring her age. “Here.” She said handing him her license. Amy Wales, twenty-eight, height five foot two. Florida state license number and all. 

“Well Miss Amy. You certainly do not look your age. Even Meg somewhat resembles twenty-nine.”